The instructions were amazing. Was his captor going to release him? This thought came as an unexpected hope to Harry Vincent.
“Do you understand?”
The huge hand was lifted from Harry’s mouth.
“Yes,” whispered Harry, in response.
“Will you obey my orders if I release you?”
“Yes,” was Harry’s reply.
“Then go.”
Crawford arose, but stood hovering above, ready for immediate action if Harry should change his mind. But the mere fact of his release impressed Harry.
If Crawford was a real enemy, he would not be granting this favor. Harry was free to go to his room. He had pledged his word to his captor.
He moved unsteadily down the stairs that led to safety. Reaching the hall, he gained his usual composure, and moved by the closed doors, until he reached his own room. There he left the door ajar.